Sunday, January 17, 2016
What Lies Beneath the Snow
Despite my near-constant complaints about the cold, I truly do love when it snows. I love how it sparkles in the sunlight and watching fat snowflakes fall to the ground. I love how it sticks to my hair as I walk through a light flurry and it brightens the day. I also love how it blankets the ground, hiding imperfections and creating a flawless landscape. Especially since we haven't had the opportunity to finish our lawn. The snow covers our weedy flowerbeds and conceals the patchy nature of our still-maturing grass and I can pretend our yard is just as picture-perfect as the rest of my neighborhood.
After some time, however, the beauty of the snow diminishes. It grows dirty and slushy as the cars drive through it. Footprints mar the pristine surface and as it melts, everything turns muddy. Things that were once hidden are now open for all to see. What was once a winter wonderland turns into a mucky mess.
So it is with us. When we neglect to do the things God has asked of us, our spiritual landscape becomes full of weed-infested flowerbeds and patchy lawns with toys strewn about haphazardly. We can blanket what we don't wish to see and ignore what was once plain to be seen, pretend it doesn't exist. But just as the snow can't last forever, neither can our deliberate avoidance of the truth.
Just as I must get my flowerbeds planted and nurture my poor lawn to full health, so must we plant seeds of faith and nurture our testimonies to full health. The deception of false perfection, while beautiful to behold, is always temporary. We must take care to always work to become better, truly better - at the core where it matters most.
For nothing hides forever. Not even beneath the snow.
Believe is a verb. A verb is an action. Therefore, to believe is to ACT.